uh my wrist gliss brass knuckles on my dealers fist shit on niggas on my hit list for a quick fix we hit licks blicks lit his block up like it was Christmas at the age of 14 hit the streets as a misfit families put up posters another friend missing cops pass try not act suspicious can't stop the cash flow selling dope to broke niggas uh I can't remember what happened last night still high as fuck I got smoke for a brother tryna act tough if I shoot you shoot cuz your my friend no? I been kicking it back gettn stuck up off that endo my lil cousin he down wit the smoke at the age 15 more fiends at the door boys up the street know I know how to throw gettn high as we toke cough spit n choke one with the soul one goes with the flow gonna fuck yo mind up with this mysterious poem heard they bought off trylaxe yeah facts you know em if there's guns bitches and dope best believe imma show wish I could explain my behavior but I really don't know just what attracts me to smell of the pistol smoke ayo leaving destruction in my wake just like a typhoon most of my piers right here is high fools kicking it back smoking a pack straight outta high school and I'll be living this life ive been trapped in my mind since jr high dont give a fuck bout the pistol in yo pocket cuz we all gon die when the opportunity to take me down came they all tried all failed and cried I stay wise nigga